Scratched Off A Napkin In A Cafe
The coffee’s cooled
to that point of warmth where I can drink deeply.
A table over, a blue dress
I have memories of this.
Her lipstick is red, I think
judging by the glass.
But one can speculate all day
and that is simply a creepy thing to do.
So turn the pages of the book
and delve into your tea and crumpets
while I go get myself a refill.
~!~ A spoken Word is a Moment. A written Word is Eternal ~!~